Septa Poems - Poems about Septa

...Never to discover the limits of soul Such is the depth of its station The nature of being not what’s distilled But what’s left — from evaporation (Septa R5: March, 2025) ......

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...When you have money the world stops to listen The content no matter gratuity bound The dollars indulgent as charlatans glisten Self-interest the mantra — with greed to compound (Septa R5 ......

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...Seeing — Unseeing the words drift away far into the current of what’s left to say Passing my cortex and into the void where blind recognition awaits to destroy Familiar or foreign once s......

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...A harrowing drive on the Schuylkill Expressway (route 76) both heading into (and a small number of hours later exiting) center city Philadelphia to Schwenksville on May 19th, 2024. Yours truly......

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...That ulcer in his consciousness bleeding to be heard A canker of a muted past abscessing every word Cold sores of detention that fade but never cure A virus of his hopes and dre......

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...Cotton is picked before cloth is made Footings poured to support the stage Laws enacted before crimes take place Love embracing — for hearts to break (Septa Train 30th Street: April, 2024......

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...Intellectual larceny the academic elite Immune from indictment inured and effete They swing their false knowledge like weapons to maim The truth left in ashes — their lies to inflame (Septa......

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...When born as old then aging young Youth before us with laughter sung Each day better than one before Sick or senile the past absorbs Born decrepit our weakness shows A mother’s milk of......

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...Paint in your heart the colors symphonic Images dancing each note brushed with fire Clapping and cheering rhythmatic ovations The prisms last opus —concerto’s desire (Septa R5: December, 20......

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...Cultures dissected … structured refusal Cloistered eruptions dearth to accept Rising triumphant they steal from each other Defining their existence —by what they reject (Septa R5:......

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...Bending a breaking point rupturing time Eons of history skirting the line Paradox native our true D.N.A. Truth as a concept forever in play Yessing and noing transfixed in between T......

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...Tapering to a point time pierces the veil Unharvested moments a gardener’s tale Dug from the furrows a voice has been freed Whose final word spoken —eternity’s seed (Septa R5: June, 202......

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...On the back side of deliverance, our paths fated to cross Your road going toward the light, my direction all but lost You stopped and turned toward me, looking deeply in my eyes Pity mixe......

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...Can somebody please give this uber **** fuller a lyft? alternately titled: jump starter for clunky, junky, quirky, xyz mechanic wanted in tow tow - chassis what I mean?) As the proud graduated ......

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...Loves the Dead My mother loves the dead she has a curious fascination with the dead. She loves to attend the funerals of family members and even strangers. My mother is the first person to call ......

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